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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
And careless children in their glee 
A sacred memory make, of thee. 
THE EARLY SNOWDROP. 
Emerging from its wintry tomb, 
See the spotless Snowdrop peep,— 
Burst the ice-bound earth, and bloom, 
While more tender flowerets sleep. 
Pledge of the genial coming year, 
Amid the gloom of winter gay, 
Smiling through the morning tear,— 
The tribute tear of early day. 
Death awaits thy faultless form,— 
Less beauteous flowers safe may blossom; 
Thus I snatch thee from the storm, 
To grace my lovely Anna’s bosom. 
TO AN EARLY PRIMROSE. 
Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire! 
Whose modest form, so delicately fine, 
Was nursed in whirling storms, 
And cradled in the winds. 
